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“Eddie… God! F-fuck right there.”
You were grasping blindly at long locks of dark hair. Pulling, pushing, tightening your thighs. Using all the strength you could muster to keep his tongue against your skin. Against all your protests, the pleasure abruptly ended. You whined, unable to hide your overwhelming disappointment as your orgasm slipped away.
“Eddie! Please… Why did you stop?” You could hear the pathetic whine in your tone but you didn’t care.
“This is how I like you, baby. Needy,” He crawled up your body, leaving sloppy kisses in his wake, “You hear how pretty she moans for me, Stevie?”
A month ago, you would’ve laughed till you cried if someone had merely suggested that you’d be under Eddie Munson. Let alone with Steve, your dutiful and caring boyfriend, handcuffed naked to a chair watching. You would’ve had good cause. Eddie was the town freak, an outcast, and dangerous. But since Steve had gotten closer with Dustin, things had gotten weird. And now here you were, panting beneath another man and more turned on than you’d ever been in your life.
It started on a Saturday. That fateful Saturday. You and Steve hadn’t had alone time in a while. He’d been working double weekend shifts at Family Video, and you’d been busy helping Nancy edit The Weekly Streak on school nights. Needless to say, you were both jonesing when you finally managed to reunite. To be blunt, you were ready to jump his bones. And you were about to until Dustin rang the doorbell, calling in a favor. And then, instead of riding your stunning boyfriend, you were riding shotgun.
“Left up here. Left!” Dustin bossed from the backseat.
“Okay, Henderson, I got it!” Steve yelled back, jerking the car around a corner and not appreciating the haphazard directions.
The road gradually became a track and you realized you were pulling into Forest Hills.
“Are you meeting up with Max?” You questioned Dustin, wondering why this gathering demanded such urgency that he had to bother Steve for help.
“No...” Dustin drew out the vowel, sounding oddly suspicious.
“Henderson.” Steve’s tone hardened, like a father scolding his child, “You tell me what you’re doing here or I’m not letting you out of this car.”
The curly-haired boy was quiet for a beat and then spoke, “I’m seeing Eddie.”
Steve slammed on the brakes, causing the three of you to jerk forward dramatically.
“No.”
“Steve!”
“Uh-uh.”
“Steve, let me out!”
“No way.”
“Eddie Munson?” You glanced at Steve.
He was already looking at you, eyebrows raised in concern, causing cute wrinkles on his forehead.
“Please, Steve! He’s just helping me plan D&D sessions!”
“Awww.” You were momentarily wooed by the sincerity of Dustin’s nerdiness.
Steve sighed and shook his head, “Are you going there alone?”
Dustin sheepishly nodded.
“Dustin!” You and Steve scolded him in unison.
You leaned into Steve, whispering, “Don’t you buy weed off Eddie?”
“Yeah, we can’t leave Henderson alone with him.”
“Steve! I can hear you.”
“Shush, we’re coming with you. And that’s final.”
So Steve started the car back up and pulled into Eddie’s trailer drive. It was awkward and silent as you traipsed up to his door. Dustin enthusiastically led the pack. Steve’s arm slung protectively over your shoulder. You grasped at his fingertips, not satisfied with the sliver of skin-to-skin contact.
“Hey, look who it is!” The door swung open, and a mass of floppy hair and dark clothes flew at Dustin, enveloping him in a hug - much to Dustin’s delight.
Eddie drew back, a huge smile on his face. It faltered for a moment as his gaze fell upon you and Steve but resumed.
“I see you brought company. Harrington.” He curtly nodded at Steve but sauntered towards you, clearly taking an interest, “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.” Eddie extended his hand.
You couldn’t help but eye the silver rings that adorned several of his fingers. You hadn’t actually met Eddie, not this close anyway. He was cute under all that hair, and his smile was annoyingly infectious. Steve stepped forward, deliberately putting space between you both.
“My girlfriend and I will be joining your little game. Hope you don’t mind.” Steve’s tone was prickly.
“I don’t mind at all.” Eddie seemed unphased at the hostility and retreated past the threshold, inviting you all inside with a flourish of his hand.